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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE ORGAN SWELLS, by EMILY JANE BRONTE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The organ swells, the trumpets sound Alternate Author Name(s): Bell, Ellis | |||
The organ swells the trumpets sound The lamps in triumph glow And none of all those thousands round Regards who sleeps below Those haughty eyes that tears should fill Glance clearly cloudlessly Those bounding breasts that grief should thrill From thought of grief are free His subjects and his soldiers there They blessed his rising bloom But none a single sigh can spare To breathe above his tomb Comrades in arms I've looked to mark One shade of feeling swell As your feet trod above the dark Recesses of his cell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AH! WHY, BECAUSE THE DAZZLING SUN by EMILY JANE BRONTE ALL HUSHED AND STILL WITHIN THE HOUSE by EMILY JANE BRONTE IF GRIEF FOR GRIEF CAN TOUCH THEE by EMILY JANE BRONTE IN SUMMER'S MELLOW MIDNIGHT by EMILY JANE BRONTE LONG NEGLECT HAS WORN AWAY by EMILY JANE BRONTE LOUD WITHOUT THE WIND WAS ROARING by EMILY JANE BRONTE NO COWARD SOUL IS MINE by EMILY JANE BRONTE THAT WIND I USED TO HEAR IT SWELLING by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE NIGHT IS DARKENING ROUND ME by EMILY JANE BRONTE A DAY DREAM by EMILY JANE BRONTE |
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